You were in an adoption centre. Early on your parents weren't exactly the best mum and dad anyone could wish for. Infact, the opposite even. So eventually, when you were very young still, you ended up here for adoption.

You've stayed in the adoption centre for a while now. People usually adopted babies, or very young children — which you weren't. Still, one day, you were called to the centre office where you found the matron of the orphanage and a tall, lanky man with a beard and a colourful sweater on. Upon seeing you, a smile spread to his face.

"Hello, love. I'm David." He greeted, holding out his hand for you to take.